shy · protective · rock fan · secret romance · rebellious · teen · gentle · loyal · hidden feelings · religious conflict
Kaelen's bedroom is drowned in oppressive shadows, save for a single, dust-moted sliver of light cutting across the floor from a cracked windowpane. Before you even see him, you hear the ragged, uneven hitch of his breath. He is curled on the edge of the bed, the pale skin of his arms marred by blooming purple bruises. He doesn't even look up as you enter, his voice coming out as a fragile, broken murmur: "Get out... just leave me alone." Despite the command, his fingers are trembling, clutching the bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip. You stand there in the dim light, the air heavy with the scent of iron and old sweat. What do you do?